A/N: Wow, words can't express how sorry I am for not updating since last year (pun intended), I'm going through a lot of stuff right now .. so yeah.

Disclaimer: You should know by now, I mean .. its chapter twelve ..

Chapter Twelve: Control

If there was one thing Scott McCall would regret, it was dropping his best friend without even realizing it. Not even now, as he walked to Stiles' house in the rain, he would ever come to forgive himself for choosing Allison over his partner in crime. His book bag was slanging over his shoulder, filled with comics, video games, DVD's, and Twizzlers (a personal favorite candy of Stiles'), in turn that he made sure his friend forgave him, and most importantly, made the best of his last day as a weakling. He stopped dead in his tracks, as he saw a figure jump out of Stiles' window. Though it was too dark for any normal human being to see, Scott made out that the figure was in fact, Derek's.

"Derek?" Scott yelled, squinting his eyes. Derek froze in place, a frown and wide eyes contorting his face into one that looked like a kid getting caught stealing. He turned towards Scott slowly, making eye contact.

"Yes?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest. Despite the cool rain falling in the night air, Derek's cheeks burned with embarrassment over being found.

"What are you doing jumping out of Stiles' window?" asked Scott, walking towards him, "Where have you been, period? After you gave him The Bite, you just left .."

"I can't check on a pack member?" snorted Derek, turning to leave. He was stopped by a hand touching his shoulder. He turned towards Scott, and gave him a menacing look.

"Let me go." He growled, his eyes flashing red with rage. Scott only shook his head, and let go, a small frown appearing on his face.

"You can't keep running forever. I know you think Stiles would hate you, but you have to face him sooner or later. You turned him into one of us, you're his Alpha. He'll need you." Scott replied, adjusting his backpack once more.

"He's not one of us Scott. He doesn't need me, he never did, and he never will." Derek said flatly, almost sadly.

"Wait, what do you mean he's not one of us?" asked Scott, cocking his head in confusion and surprise.

Derek sighed, and internally kicked himself for revealing the truth. "I was worried about Stiles, so I was watching him for a while."

"Dude, that's the ultimate creeper status .. I don't think –" Scott began to say, before being cut off by Derek.

"Would you just shut up and listen? Anyway, I saw him leave his house, so I followed him. He went into a meadow in the far end of the forest, and I saw him do .. Magic."

Scott shook his head in disbelief, eyeing Derek with anger. "Magic? Are you even listening to yourself? There's no such thing as Magic. You're just too much of a pansy to even own up to creating another wolf to your pack."

"There's no such thing as Magic right? Just like there was no such thing as Werewolves, or Hunters, or Kanimas? I think you should listen to how you sound on my end. Stiles made his very own Earthquake out in the meadow. I don't think he even realizes how dangerous he truly is."

"Are you serious? Stiles is a magician?" said Scott in shock. He ran a hand through his wet hair, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Not a magician, he's something called a Magi. It's a male witch. Most people call them Warlocks, but their true name are Magi." Derek replied, "Anyway, I don't think you should visit him, his last spell drained him completely, he's asleep. He woke up and fell out of his bed, but he's asleep now."

"Does he even know that you were in there?" asked Scott, cocking his head to the side. Derek shrugged nonchalantly, and turned to walk away.

"That's debatable." He said, before being stopped once again. He huffed, and turned around, "What do you want McCall?"

"You're going to have to face him. It's your best bet to do it now .. or sometime soon. We have bigger things to face now."

"Soon. I don't know when .. maybe." Derek said before walking off.

Stiles was on the brink of madness, something that he was quite familiar with, but wasn't too sure on grasping a hold of. Why was it that the supernatural had a thing for messing with his life? Wasn't he a good person all around? Was this fate's sick way of torturing him? Stiles was pacing in his room back and forth, reading through the spell book that Deaton gave him, flashing through the pages swiftly. He put the book down, and crouched down to the floor, setting his palm down on the floor and closing his eyes.

"De terra quae nascuntur plurima .." he said softly, then reopening his eyes. His palm began glowing and he slowly brought it up, revealing a small vine at the base of the floor. His palm rose more and out sprouted a beautiful rose, the smell of it filling his room. He smiled, and heard a small chuckle from the corner of the room. He turned fast, seeing Natalie sitting at his window-sill, swaying her legs back and forth.

"You know, I've only seen someone do that one other time, and it was from a distance. She was really pretty, and it was around here." She said, as she smiled deeply. Stiles smiled and walked over to the window. "You were a lot smaller back then." She hopped off of the dresser, and winked, walking over to his desk and toying with the artifacts that were carefully laid out.

Stiles was extremely confused, sputtering out nonsense. "Wha – What? I – You – Smaller – Me … What!?"

Natalie rolled her eyes and turned around, crossing her arms over her chest and letting out a small smile. "You were around .. hm, you looked about .. if I had to guess .. it would be … three? My family and I were running through the woods, and I noticed a light flickering in the distance. Your mother and father were having a small picnic out in the meadow .. Your dad was holding you in his arms, and your mom was kneeling down on the ground, with her palm outstretched towards the ground. She said something soft, the spell you just said, and when she lifted her hands, a beautiful small tree with blue roses for petals appeared, and then your father took one blue rose, and put it in her hair. It was the happiest thing I've ever seen .."

Stiles was baffled, confused, and many things were running through his mind, but at the mention of his mother, his heart began to feel warm, and the warmth spread throughout his entire body, forming its way through his bloodstream. "You saw my mother do magic? And so did my father?"

"Your dad knows more than you give credit for Stiles, always keep that in mind." She said, sitting down on his bed.

Mouth agape, he sat down in his computer chair and blinked twice. He decided that he'd wait till later to interrogate his father about it. "How did you know it was me?"

"Because I look at you now, and I can feel the warmth of your magic, just the same as I felt hers a while back. I can see her in you Stiles, your eyes and face .. You are your mother's child." She replied, smiling down at Stiles.

Stiles didn't feel the warmth of tears coming down his cheeks until Natalie was hugging him tightly, as he bawled into her arms. She mumbled a few "shhh's" and a few more "Everything's going to be okay's" before she let him go and stroked his now grown hair.

"I'm sorry about all of this." He said, motioning his arms around to signify everything around him. "And I'm also sorry about your brother .."

Natalie smiled a half smile, and walked over to the window. "My brother made his choice. He chose to fight alongside Elena, and I chose to fight alongside Derek. There are difficult choices we have to make in life, and you'll know when it comes if it's the right choice or not. By the way, have you spoken to Derek yet?"

At the sound of his name, his ear perked up, and so did his head. "No, why? Have you heard of him?"

"No I haven't, I'm sorry .. Peter's been searching but .. the strangest thing .." she trailed off, sniffing around.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked.

"I can smell his scent in here .. It's weird, has .. he been in here recently?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, no .. I harbored him when I branded him the Candyman." He replied, scratching the back of his head and chuckling slightly.

She laughed, and her phone rang suddenly. Still laughing, she answered it. "Hello? .. What!? This … this can't be happening," she glanced towards Stiles, "Yeah, I'm with him right now .. Okay, we'll meet you there soon." She hung up, and her eyes flashed crimson, before taking Stiles' hand.

"What!? What's going on Natalie!?" he asked frantically, grabbing his hoodie before being dragged out of the room.

"It's Oktober and Julian, they've kidnapped Lydia .. and extremely injured Jackson." She said, in a serious tone. She and Stiles stepped into her car and drove off towards Derek's mansion.

The majority of the pack was there, huddled around the mangled body that was Jackson. Boyd was holding onto Erica, while Allison and Scott were tending to Jackson's wounds. Peter was on the phone, and with Stiles' now enhanced hearing, he could hear that he was trying to reach Derek. Jackson screamed in pain as Allison dabbed at his cuts with alcohol.

"God, he's not healing fast enough, he might die of hemorrhage!" she exclaimed, wiping the blood away from his face as he sniffled in pain.

"He's gonna heal, it's because an Alpha did this to him .. He'll heal more slowly." Said Scott, uncertainty filling his voice. Isaac burst through the door with Deaton and Morrell, and strode over to where Jackson was lying.

"Jackson, listen to me .. Where did they take Lydia?" asked Stiles, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and shaking him lightly, "Did they do or say anything specific about what they wanted with her?"

Jackson winced, and sighed. "They said something about the town square, something about revelations .. I don't remember. They took Lydia and left."

Stiles' eyes widened in horror. "No, oh no .." he said, getting up slowly and walking over to the window. Scott and Allison both looked at him, their minds processing everything slowly. Stiles turned to them, and whispered, "They're going to turn the whole town .. They're going to reveal the existence of Werewolves to everyone .."

Deaton and Morrell rushed over to tend to Jackson's wounds, while the rest of the pack moved to Peter, who had just walked into the room. He had a half angry, half calm face going on, but the pack could see right through his ruse. "Derek hasn't answered his phone, I don't know what to do. This whole thing is insane, and right now, I think I'd rather have Lydia back more than stopping those Alpha's."

"So, Derek's gone then? He's done? He quit?" asked Erica in disbelief. She walked around in a circle, and shook her head in disappointment, "I just don't get it. Why would he run away after saving Stiles' life?"

"He thinks Stiles hates him, he thinks that with Stiles' new power, he'd go on a killing spree. Target One, Derek Hale." Scoffed Scott.

"Woah, I don't hate him? I mean, I was pissed off about the bite at first, because I liked my human life more .. but I'm something different. I'm not one of you." Replied Stiles, earning shocked looks from the group.

"What are you talking about?" asked Boyd, an eyebrow raised.

Stiles shut his eyes, and when he opened them, his iris's, and all other eye contents, were pitch black. "I'm talking about the fact that I'm not a werewolf."

"Then what are you?" asked Allison, walking over to Stiles carefully and cautiously.

"I'm a Magi, a male witch. Apparently, it's been in my blood for a while .. Thanks Mom." He said, shutting his eyes, and opening them once more, revealing his normal Hazel-Brown color. The pack was shocked, all reveling in Stiles' revelation. "Anyway, whatever the Alpha's are planning, we have to get to Beacon Square."

A loud noise was heard, followed by muffled voices. Stiles, and the rest of the packed, tuned in their hearing abilities, and focused on the blurred voice.

"Attention residents of Beacon Hills, California. My name is Elena Maverick, I hereby call an emergency meeting, in Beacon Square in ten minutes, I repeat, ten minutes. The entire town is expected to be there, or greater consequences shall be delivered. It will only take a moment of your time. I repeat, this is Elena Maverick broadcasting on the emergency frequency system. Town meeting in ten minutes, do not be late."

"No, it's too late! What are we gonna do?" asked Scott.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing. We go to the meeting like everyone else. We need to be careful, remember, we're all going to be exposed. Our parents, families, and others are going to see us for what we really are." Said Stiles, walking to the front door, "Now, who's coming?"

At Beacon Square, the entire town buzzed about, conversating and wondering just what was the emergency. Mellissa McCall was wandering around, searching for any police officers she could try and get answers from, but only found Chris Argent.

"Mr. Argent?" she asked, tapping him on the shoulder. He was standing with three others, two women and one male. Chris turned to face her.

"Ms. McCall?" he asked, "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Mellissa silently cursed. "I was just about to ask you the same thing. Have you seen Scott or Allison around?"

"I'm trying to find Allison, but she doesn't seem to be here yet. This is madness, what could possibly be the emergency?" he asked, looking around at the three hundred or so residents that have flooded the streets.

"Wait, wait! Follow me, I think I see the sheriff." She said, grabbing Chris's arm and pulling him along. His three friends followed, which slightly bothered Mellissa. She caught up to Sheriff Stilinski, and whipped him around, "John, do you have any idea what's going on here? This is crazy, everyone at the hospital is freaking out and no one knows what's going on."

"Your guess is as good as mine Mellissa, have you seen Stiles?" he asked, standing up on his toes to try and catch a glimpse of his son through the crowd.

"Mr. Argent's looking for Allison, you're looking for Stiles, and I'm looking for Scott but none of them are here, I'm worried about them John." She said, shaking her head.

"Mom!" said a voice from behind her, as she turned around.

"Scott! Thank goodness, what the hell's going on here?" she asked, "Is it something .. something bad?"

"Somewhat .. Mom, I need you to stay here with the Sheriff and Mr. Argent, and whatever you do, whatever you see, just .. just look away." He said, before running off.

Scott was held back by Chris, who looked into his eyes deeply. "Where's Allison?"

Scott yanked his arm away, "She's with Stiles and the others, I'm heading to meet with them now." He said, before running off once more.

A loud horn was heard, and the ever growing crowd became silent and still. Six people emerged onto the stage in the center of the square, looking at the residents with seriousness. Elena walked over to the microphone, and cleared her throat.

"I'm guessing you're all wondering why you were gathered here today. Well, I'm here to clear a whole bunch of stuff that you didn't know was going on in your quiet little town. Oktober, Julian .. please, step forward." She said, and the two did as they were told, "Now, you're all familiar with superstitions, supernatural, beings of the night, right?" The crowd looked at each other confused, but paid more attention, "Now, there are things living in this town, things you've only dreamt of, had nightmares about, seen in movies .. that's what I am, what we all are." She waved to her pack, "We are werewolves, shape shifters, and we live amongst you all without your knowledge."

Some residents groaned, while others laughed. Some even stood shut, seemingly believing what these people had to say.

"Werewolves? Yeah right."

"Can I go back to work now? This is wasting my time."

"HA! Werewolves!"

"Are you high, lady?"

"Prove it, then!"

"Aha! Prove it? Sure, why not. Most of you think our kind change on the full moon only? You're dead wrong, we can change whenever we choose. Julian, Oktober, show these humans our true forms." She said, as Oktober and Julian ran across the stage and leaped, transforming into their Alpha-Form. Many screams, and gasps escaped the crowd, as Elena shushed them all down. "No need to fear us, we're here to help you. We're here to offer our bite, the bite that can cure any illness, any disease, you'll be faster, stronger, and even see, hear, and smell things from afar."

"Maybe we should .."

"Get the hell outta here!"

"We should comply!"

"No! They're monsters!"

"We're the monsters? We've only recently got here. The Hales, yes, the ones that died in the fire, were a family of Werewolves, and they've been living right under your noses the entire time. This girl," she said, pointing to a chair in which Lydia was tied up in, "Runs with the Hale pack, and she's human!"

Lydia struggled in her seat, screaming for help, but to no avail, Elena walked over to her, microphone in hand. "Let me go! Please!"

"She's an abomination, she deserves to burn for her betrayal to humanity!" Elena yelled, pouring a can of gasoline over Lydia.

"She's just a girl!"

"Burn her! She betrayed us!"

"Oh my god!"

Elena lit a match, and Lydia was doused in flames, the heat radiating off of the stage, while Lydia's screams for help were heard. But before the flames could touch her skin, they were whisked away, gone, without a trace.

"I won't let you hurt her!" screamed Stiles, his eyes blacker than the night. His hands were outstretched towards Lydia, who was shocked and relieved. The pack stood behind him, determined looks on their faces.

"You insolent little pest! I thought I killed you in the woods!" Elena screamed, her eyes glowing crimson and nostrils flaring with rage. She leapt into the air, her other form now replacing her human body. She roared loudly into the air, causing the crowd to panic and run about. The Alpha's changed forms altogether, as did the Hale pack, but the lack of their own Alpha initially made them weaker.

Stiles ran towards Lydia, and untied her from her chair. "Are you okay?"

Lydia sniffed in tears and was shaking uncontrollably. "Thank you Stiles, thank you so much. Where's Derek?"

"I don't know, but we're just going to have to try and win this fight without him." He replied, looking over at the six Alpha's making their way through the crowd, towards his own pack.

A/N: Again, sorry for the late update :/, like i said .. I'm going through some personal issues .. but I'll try & have this updated more often. Hope you enjoyed.

- CosmicLoathe